Chapter 494 Deserters

Every era has its own brand, which is an objective fact that is not determined by personal opinions. Advocating bourgeois revolution in the feudal era of the Middle Ages is tantamount to death, and advocating the equality of all in socialism is courting death.

In Ashe, the reason why the feudal enfeoffment system and the city-state are so deeply rooted, the core problem lies in the cruel natural environment, the weak need to rely on the strong to survive.

There are many ferocious monsters in the wild, and they are always in the cruel natural cycle. If they live in the wild, it is tantamount to putting themselves into the cycle of the food chain. In most cases, ordinary humans can only become food.

A pack of ordinary wild wolves can take away a family of six, and packs of wild wolves are probably no match for a single winter wolf monster, and packs of winter wolves are just the livestock of frost giants. In fact, the white dragons generally like the excessive food and grass stored by the frost giants and the warm caves, and by the way, they will also use the original owner frozen in ice as a spare ration.

Of course, social reality will change, sometimes for the better and sometimes for the worse. Although manpower has its limits, some people can change the world bit by bit.

Sound contradictory? In a certain world, the discoveries and inventions of "scientists" such as Darwin and Bruno have gradually announced the end of the era of ignorance, and the birth of magic technology, the popularization of element users and the power of law, are not The gap + gap between the strong and the weak was gradually weakened, and the fall of the divine power of the Holy Light also announced the end of the natural kingship in another sense.

Well, someone has probably figured out that this series of changes has something to do with someone. He did play a big game of chess.

"Some things can only be done. Can't be said. When the time comes, what should come will come. If the time is not up, the fool who shouts 'it's coming, and all the crowns are about to fall' will only be driven by the wheel of history. Grind it to pieces by yourself."

For a long time, a certain person just acted like this, he knew that some things had to go with the flow, and he never chanted slogans in his life. The plan to become the mortal enemy of the kings, after all, in this era of feudal kingship, it is tantamount to cutting oneself off from the world.

Someone just expects that, by sowing some seeds, after his own death, the ever-increasing productivity and social trends will make the world a little better.

But at least for now, the changes in this world are still lacklustre, and there are no less troubles that should be there.

"Bandits? How can there be robbers in this season? This is the official way."

I am afraid. The trio from the Northland were the most surprised to hear the news.

"...Maybe it's better to put it another way. The rebels, Marquis Stanley's rebels. I just heard the news a few days ago, and they're fighting again."

Old Patton, who used to be a mercenary, is now the owner of a bar, how could he not know such news.

"Rebellion at this time? This is a holy war! A just battle involving the entire race."

Mary, who had just arrived in the Principality of Sasha, was very surprised, but judging from her speech, what she knew was probably the written information.

"It is said that the Marquis is a believer of the devil, and his military flag has the symbol of an evil snake head devouring a skull. The elders of the Church of the Holy Church have already judged him as heresy, but they have no spare power to attack the enemy so far away."

The gargoyle's field of vision is far beyond that of ordinary scouts. After a little gathering of information, they can get some helpless new news. After sharing the information with several leaders, disputes and discussions continue to be staged in the carriage.

"Is it the devil who intervened this time? It can't be our friendly army this time."

Such things have happened a lot in the past few years. Human beings are not such a strong species, especially those bloated nobles who are in high positions just because of their blood. They have a lot of desires, want to live forever, and want to gain stronger power In order to gain a higher status, "the temptation of the devil" and "the whisper of the devil" were just metaphors in the past, but now they are real threats.

Intruders from different planes need strongholds, sacrifices, and enough souls, especially after the disappearance of the abyss lord of the lower plane, many great lords have fallen in love with this once-in-a-lifetime carnival, and the activity of demon worshipers and cultists The level is at least a hundred times higher than that of ten years ago, and the youth and strength gained through sacrifices allow more "people" to embark on this seemingly shortcut path of no return.

The Marquis Stanley, a powerful aristocrat in the Principality of Sasha, raised the rebellion flag not long ago. Regardless of whether there is a real devil behind it, or just to intimidate his timid subordinates to follow him, he depicted on his military flag With the mark of the devil, it is obvious that he no longer regards himself as a courtier of the ordinary human camp and Sasha's subordinates.

Naturally, the Principality dispatched a crusade army headed by the eldest son of the Grand Duke, and summoned several nobles to fight. This seems to be the case of last winter. The two sides have fought more than a dozen small and medium battles, and there has been no difference. Win or lose.

And this has little to do with us. After all, the main battlefield is the territory of the great lord, and there is still a little distance from us. As long as there is a war, there will definitely be defeated troops and deserters. These guys are even more harmful than ordinary bandits. above.

If these defeated generals and deserters fled back to their hometowns, most of them would be hanged directly. If they were deserters from the rebel army, they would have a few more arrest warrants on them, and they would not even dare to go to ordinary cities.

Such a group of semi-professional fighters also have to eat. Faced with the pressure of survival, they are already desperate people who have basically no lower limit. The best way to support themselves is probably to become bandits and rob passing caravans.

Under normal circumstances, only when the civil war is over can the victors have the energy to start clearing up those deserters, but now that the civil war has been fought for more than half a year, there is no conclusion, and it is still early before the end.

The scale of the war is not large, the total number of participants in the war is less than 100,000 people, in front of me who is used to epic wars, it can only be regarded as a small fight, but even such a small fight can cause hundreds of thousands of deserters , and a bandit group composed of dozens of deserters is already the tragedy of small villages and small caravans.

Perhaps, this is the sorrow of being born in this era, the sorrow of mortals.

"They have dozens of ordinary people in their hands, they should be prisoners, and many of them were injured. Are there any villages nearby?"

"...There is a village called Lanti on the map. There are only about a hundred households. Dozens of professional soldiers can definitely take it down."

"The nearby lord? Didn't he send troops to suppress the bandits?"

"It seems to be a second-generation knight in exchange for donations. He has only taken office not long ago. He has only a few dozen guards under him. He may not have time to react. Even if he reacts, he may not be able to fight. It seems that there are locals among them."

As a professional mercenary who had been around for nearly thirty years, the quasi-legendary Winston still knew the situation of the surrounding lords. After all, this was also the most common employer of "powerful" mercenaries like him.

It is the duty of every lord to maintain the safety of his own territory. If other lords do it for him, it is equivalent to declaring war, but if they are weak, they must stand out. It is only natural to hire some trustworthy mercenaries.

And if he hadn't already received this mission, with a sense of justice, he would definitely go to the knight lord to recommend himself, and then take the mission and lead his brothers to get rid of these defeated troops that endangered the village.

I nodded. Winston's judgment was reasonable, and these deserters were not stupid. The persimmons were picked softly, and the lord looked for the weakest provocation, and there were probably local guides among them.

I let the gargoyle stand up and look far away. In the direction of Lanti Village, I can indeed see the flames and black smoke. It seems that these bandits have just attacked the village and are still on their way home.

And now they are ambushing on the hilltop of the official road that we must pass. I am afraid they have seen our carriage from a high place and want to catch another ticket along the way.

The luxurious carriages and the white horses pulling the carts are simply symbols of great nobles. Those soldiers with chaotic steps and uneven equipment are obviously mercenaries, adding up to a piece of high-quality fat.

"I'll go, hurry up and finish the journey. I happen to have some skeleton soldiers and zombies on hand. As a former professional soldier, they shouldn't let me down." (To be continued...) R1292

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